[Found bird’s nest, Berkeley, CA] The moments collect, each unremarkable on its own. But together they add up to something remarkable: things are different now. The natural-sounding quiet around the house. The realization, as the time approaches that we normally would have started making dinner, that we very well could
On Tomales Bay, CA, 2011 A month ago yesterday, I left the job I’d been at for eight and a half years. They were eight and a half meaningful ones, spanning the anchor leg of my kids’ childhoods. It was very much the right job to be doing, striking
Waiting for Mama, Berkeley, CA Mama went on a phenomenally unusual (for her) week-long meditation retreat last week. Since she gave birth to the first of these kids, she had never taken that much time for just her, and she returned a remade woman. We all made it through the
